Massachusetts General Hospital School of Nursing - Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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I, Eleanor Delaney, to the Orthopedic Service, my fallen arches, I, Dorothy Emery, to the laundry, my fresh looking caps. I, Margaret Emery, to the Dormitory Board, a solution for my mis- demeanors. I, Hazel Bielefield, to Miss Whitelaw the position of Obstetrics Super- visor in the Middletown, Connecticut hospital. I, Grace Washburn, to some inmate of McLean Hospital, my love for that institution. I, Edna Emerson, to the Major Bowes Program, my ability to “tickle the ivories.” I, Ruth Nichols, to Caroline Singletary, my punctuality. We, Peg Ahearn and Barbara Barron, to the Irish Sweepstakes, our knowledge of Rockingham Park. I, Carol Coffin, to B.L.I, affiliates, the crackers and milk which I could always obtain. I, Marie Scherer, to future pre-clinical student assistants my constantly ferocious temperament. I, Lilian Stelfox, to some ambitious male nurse, my tennis ability. I, “Ricky” Morris, to any of the underclass students who have an excess of late passes, my “Wim, Wigor and Witality.” We, Ruth Belcher and Kay Love joy, to some discouraged student, our ability to see the brighter sides of life. I, Barbara Bitzer, to those students who frequent the Beaches in sum- mer, an extra pair of shoes. We, Emily Wyman and Janet Wheeler, to the 1936 Harvard football fans, our fur coats. I, Mildred Morse, to anyone who wants it, my long term of Relief duty on Ward E. I, Eunice Pike, to any night nurse’s roommate, my typewriter. I, Peg Robinson, to Future Big Floats, my varied experiences while serv- ing my time in that capacity. We, Kay Wilson and Irene Smith, to some struggling student, our scholas- tic reputation while at M.G.H. I, Ruth McCracken, to Major Stimson, my fond aspirations for the Army Nursing Corps. I, Blanche Ilsley, to Muriel McMurray, my whistling and singing ability.